G.O.P. by Toxic Field Mice Lyrics
Awaken into feeling like this
Bleeding into a gallon of piss…
Is terrible tell this tale without taking one on the chin
Amidst guns that miss again, resist it falling in
To a sea of melted madman’s progress
A wormhole through time though i digress
Setting in a spinning pool, red
Into a hundred pails we’ve been bled
Hold on it, I’m on it, just shut it out and it will survive
I’m up on top of the big bang, it feels the same
It’s just the birth of a new star with my name
Climb on it’s just fine, it’s not mine but I think it will fly with time
Hold on it, I’m on it, just stick it out and it will survive
What’s up with you? Not much to do?
Do what’s been said, float your soul into a bucket of red
What’s up with you? Think you’ve been screwed?
Look into my hand and float away with the dust, a cloud of sand
This is what I’m after, a climb through time and a sack of old weeds
Bust in on the man, himself a prodigy
I’m on it, I think you really want it, it’s the source of my stand, another folk band
It’s a fold and a done tragedy
What’s up with me? Dragged on the mile
Spitting in the sea, choking on my bile
What’s up with me? Cans in the street
Crushed by the girl, sleeping on my feet
This is my world
Awaken into feeling like this
Bleeding into a gallon of piss…
Is terrible tell this tale without taking one on the chin
Amidst guns that miss again, resist it falling in
To a sea of melted madman’s progress
A wormhole through time though i digress
Setting in a spinning pool, red
Into a hundred pails we’ve been bled
Hold on it, I’m on it, just shut it out and it will survive
I’m up on top of the big bang, it feels the same
It’s just the birth of a new star with my name
Climb on it’s just fine, it’s not mine but I think it will fly with time
Hold on it, I’m on it, just stick it out and it will survive
What’s up with you? Not much to do?
Do what’s been said, float your soul into a bucket of red
What’s up with you? Think you’ve been screwed?
Look into my hand and float away with the dust, a cloud of sand
This is what I’m after, a climb through time and a sack of old weeds
Bust in on the man, himself a prodigy
I’m on it, I think you really want it, it’s the source of my stand, another folk band
It’s a fold and a done tragedy
What’s up with me? Dragged on the mile
Spitting in the sea, choking on my bile
What’s up with me? Cans in the street
Crushed by the girl, sleeping on my feet
This is my world
Bleeding into a gallon of piss…
Is terrible tell this tale without taking one on the chin
Amidst guns that miss again, resist it falling in
To a sea of melted madman’s progress
A wormhole through time though i digress
Setting in a spinning pool, red
Into a hundred pails we’ve been bled
Hold on it, I’m on it, just shut it out and it will survive
I’m up on top of the big bang, it feels the same
It’s just the birth of a new star with my name
Climb on it’s just fine, it’s not mine but I think it will fly with time
Hold on it, I’m on it, just stick it out and it will survive
What’s up with you? Not much to do?
Do what’s been said, float your soul into a bucket of red
What’s up with you? Think you’ve been screwed?
Look into my hand and float away with the dust, a cloud of sand
This is what I’m after, a climb through time and a sack of old weeds
Bust in on the man, himself a prodigy
I’m on it, I think you really want it, it’s the source of my stand, another folk band
It’s a fold and a done tragedy
What’s up with me? Dragged on the mile
Spitting in the sea, choking on my bile
What’s up with me? Cans in the street
Crushed by the girl, sleeping on my feet
This is my world
Awaken into feeling like this
Bleeding into a gallon of piss…
Is terrible tell this tale without taking one on the chin
Amidst guns that miss again, resist it falling in
To a sea of melted madman’s progress
A wormhole through time though i digress
Setting in a spinning pool, red
Into a hundred pails we’ve been bled
Hold on it, I’m on it, just shut it out and it will survive
I’m up on top of the big bang, it feels the same
It’s just the birth of a new star with my name
Climb on it’s just fine, it’s not mine but I think it will fly with time
Hold on it, I’m on it, just stick it out and it will survive
What’s up with you? Not much to do?
Do what’s been said, float your soul into a bucket of red
What’s up with you? Think you’ve been screwed?
Look into my hand and float away with the dust, a cloud of sand
This is what I’m after, a climb through time and a sack of old weeds
Bust in on the man, himself a prodigy
I’m on it, I think you really want it, it’s the source of my stand, another folk band
It’s a fold and a done tragedy
What’s up with me? Dragged on the mile
Spitting in the sea, choking on my bile
What’s up with me? Cans in the street
Crushed by the girl, sleeping on my feet
This is my world